Inside the clean, efficient, well-kept village jail, I'm humming. Beasts can hum.
[What is that?] Lightning's paws are soft on the stone floor that must be pushing back against her. At least it's spotless.
[A song. By an obscure singer. Elfis Presleyan. An elf. It is called "Jailhouse Rock." He dances and sings about prisoners making music in a jail.]
A memory flashes in my mind. Amber singing karaoke at the Dive Down, a dive bar near the university in W City. Amber belting out "Jailhouse Rock" by Elvis Presley, trying to gyrate like he did in the video of the song.
Lightning inclines her head. [Elfis Presleyan? I have not heard of this man.]
She polls our friends. None of them have heard about it, except Lobo, who "thinks he remembers something about it." Nice touch by my brother.
